Verhovayak Lapja, 1949 (32. évfolyam, 1-12. szám)
1949 / Verhovay Journal
January 19, 1949 Detroit Branches Get Ready For Tournament — Vice-President Julius Macker Chairman, Director Richard Phillips Secretary Of Local Committee. —■, Nearly two months have passed since the meeting of the National Executive Tournament Committee with the officers of the Detroit' branches, a meeting that has deeply impressed the Committee by the enthusiastic willingness of those present to make every effort for the successful outcome of the tournament. Plans were laid for the forming of a Tournament Committee of One Hundred in which the Detroit branches were to be given proportional representation, provided that volunteers in sufficient number can be enlisted from each branch. The meeting immediately elected Vice-President Julius Macker chairman, and Director Richard Phillips secretary of the local Tournament Committee. Mr. Macker, a great friend of the young folks and an enthusiastic booster of Verhovay’s national sport, already has done lot of groundwork for the 6th National Tournament. The invitation to Detroit was conveyed by him at the last tournament banquet and ever since then, he has been in the middle of things, taking time off from his business to promote the tournament and to help the all-important financing campaign. Mr. Phillips, a member of the National Executive Tournament Committee, keyman of the financing / campaign for the entire Detroit area, is a logical choice for the next leading office in the local committee. With years of experience in tournament work, he is well able to anticipate The various difficulties that usually arise in the course of such an undertaking, and his counsel will he of inestimable help to the local committee. Indeed, the Detroit Tournament Committee is fortunate to work under the able leadership of these two men whose guidance in itself is a guarantee that this tournament will be a great success ! At this time', the enlistment of members to the Detroit committee is in progress. Naturally, the members of the Reception Committee appointed by the National Executive Tournament Committee, all of whom are members of Detroit branches, will be expected to play an important parts in the activities of the local committee. However, there will be plenty of work for both old and young and it is most gratifying to know that the man-, and womanpower needed is available, ready and willing to do the job. BOWLING ----SCORES----(Continued from page 9) J. Poch 218 226 210 654 J. Paycheck 199 195 221 615 Totals 973 1026 1052 3^51 ! December 29. 1948 J. Vargo D. Igyarto A. Konkoly ,7 Poch J. Paycheck 171 166 217 190 173 178 212 171 234 201 164 200 203 214 178 554 541 617 565 595 Totals 977 888 1007 2872 Andy Konkoly, Captain. DETROIT, MICH. Branch 443 With 20 games won and 40 lost, as of the end of December, the Branch 443 team holds 9th place in the Rouge Major Classics League. Verhovay Journal PAGE 9 i COLLEGE and I■ ■ BY Ildikó de Papp ■ Wellesley College Wellesley, Mass. ■ (From the Buffalo Evening News we received the news that Miss de Papp, author of the “College and I“ column, now appearing as a quarterly contribution, has been appointed assistant in the library of Wellesley College where she is a sophomore. She also has been named to the editorial hoard of “We of Wellesley”, a campus publication. Miss de Papp finished her freshman year with flying colors and is attending Wellesley on a full scholarship. The following is her 8th story on ‘Life in an American college.’) J. Toth holds 14th place with an individual average of 188, B. Toth is 50th with a 177 avg., R. Wasik 60th with 173, A. 6ronda 62nd with 173, J. Demeter 67th with 171 and Z. Yuhasz 71st with a 167 avg. The team made its best performance to date on December 22nd against Gegus HWRE team. Scores of this game follow: Verhovay 443 J.Toth 201 196226 623 B.Toth 232 201 208641 A.Gronda 153152 179 484 J.Demeter 179 210 210 599 R.Wasik 173150 184 507 Totals 938909 1007 2854 GegusHWRE G.Marton 193189 210 592 Joe Mlodzik 182190 160 532 J.Mlodzik 189161 177 527 G.Sipos 145197 187 529 G.i McDonald 167194 232 593 Totals 876931 966 2773 JoeToth , Captain. DETROIT, MICH. Br. 36 — Ladies’ Team The girls bowling with the Branch 36 Ladies’ Team this year include Mary Toth, Helen Fazekas, Violet Paycheck, Anne Putz, and Julia Konkoly, Anne Beley and Irene Kekes are not bowling with the team in this season. Scores of recently rolled games follow: November 26, 1948 Mary Toth 133158 119 410 Helen Fazekas 148123 146 417 Violet Paycheck152 161 175 488 Anne Putz127 123 188 438 Julia Konkoly145 132 144 421 Totals 705707 772 2184 December 10,1948 Mary Toth146 132 132 410 Helen Fazekas122 137 152 411 Violet Paycheck145 177 134 456 Anne Putz147 146 125 418 Julia Kopkoly132 142 149 423 Totals 692734 692 2118 JuliaKonkoly, Captain. NEW BRUNSWICK,N.J. Branch 518 December 14,1948 DiicosTavern A. Smith 172164 186 522 S. Nagy 183166 191 540 J. Susko 173199 194 566 R. Fonteix 131188 164 483 E. Varga 188169 179 536 Totals 847 886 914 2647 Verhovay J. Reed 145150 210 505 B. Reed 197174 177 542 L Cooper 190139 170 499 J. Merkosky 197 210 190597 C. Reed 173187 213 573 Totals 896860 960 2716 Michael Puskas, Mgr. Chicago Match Game — Scores Not Told But Teams Of Branches 342 and 37 Have Good Time After Bowling. — The two men’s .and two women’s teams of Branch 342 were the guests of the two men’s and two women’s teams of Branch 37 at a match game rolled on Saturday, January 8th, at the South Side. We had a wonderful time enjoying the hospitality of the Branch 37 keglers who treated us well, with food and drinks aplenty, so much so that the dance was still going strong at 2 o’clock in the morning. Being an old man, I disappeared at about 1 a.m., but 1 learned the next morning that the bowlers had stayed until dawn. On behalf. of the bowlers of Branch 342 I suppose it is paradoxical to insist that, so for, my sophomore year has been both familiar and strange. The familiarity has been comfortable and reassuring. It’s worth struggling through your freshman year, — if for nothing hut to attain this feeling of “being at home”. Yet, as soon as I say that, I begin to have my doubts, — do I really fit in so well, now? From the temporary security of Christmas vacation, with its unaccustomed luxury of laziness, I can look back', and categorize . . . When our first literature source paper was announced, it was good to sit smug and stolid, while the freshmen gasped in horror. Expectation, however, did not dispense with my slightly neurotic tendency of counting source cards at night . . . The library became an intimate haven. I haunted a special nook in the dusty glass cubicle of the fourth stack. Tuesday afternoons I dragged myself up the four flights of stairs with an armful of books, a potful of ink, and a pocketful of raisins. Once established on the edge of my chair and the edge of my spine, I kicked off my loafers and dedicated myself to silence and industry. One afternoon, however, I was awakened from my studious stupor by the sound of something heavy, falling on glass and wood, tinkle . . . bump, tinkle ... hump. When the noise had stopped, there was a moment of blank, startled silence, then smothered, hysterical giggles from the stack below. This I had to investigate: I felt around under the desk for my shoes, but my wriggling toes found only one. The other had fallen through the space in the thin glass partition, and, I discovered, after ignominously hopping downstairs, landed on top of a bookcase, right in front of somebody’s desk. A few weeks later, however, I felt my dignity somewhat restored when I was made a member of the college magazine’s editorial staff. The title “editorial staff” sounded satisfyingly impressive; I found it entailed galley sheets, smelling of wet ink, and unsharpened red pencils . . . But the office, thick with smoke, strewed with paper, shrill with girls, was, for me, the “sanctum sanctorum”, and I chewed my pencil and purred in happy conceit. This conceit I could not transfer to the tennis court, no matter how hard 1 wish to extend my sincere thanks to Branch 37 for their kind hospitality and the wonderful time they had shown us, and we are looking forward to our return match engagement on February 5th when it will be the pleasure of the Branch 342 bowlers to return the hospitality of our good friends at Branch 37. It is immaterial, I think, who won the game, the important thing is that it was won by Verhovayans. So, thanks again, Branch 37, for a memorable night. ANTON LACHMAN, Mgr„ I tried. With a typewriter, I was happy, but with a tennis racket, even though it was a cherised paternal possession, hallowed by a long and romantic history, I could do nothing, — except make a fool of myself. The necessity of wearing a tunic with an abbreviated skirt, — a most undignified and embarrassing fashion — was a familiar evil, but nevertheless a painful one. The hot October sun, — Indian summer is stubbornly persistent in Massachusetts — my glasses sliding down my perspiring nose, and the ball, perversely bouncing out of my reach, combined to make me the prize failure of the whole class. Coordination, in my case, did not seem to be a product of academic promotion. But physical coordination was not my only lack. A combination of beginning French and advanced German resulted in an irritating lingual confusion I was so accustomed to answering in German, when addressed in a foreign language, that I persisted in answering, “Mademoiselle de Papp ?” by a dreamy “Ja, Fraulein.” Even when I had trained myself to bite my tongue before I answered, in order to make sure that what came out would faintly resemble French, I would lose all control during a quiz, and, in sheer panic, begin to translate everything into German. In psychology, I discovered a long technical name for what I had imagined to be a uniquely personal phenomenon, but somehow I found it more disappointing than reassuring to be told that I was quite normal : . . Quite normal, too, at least after a year of college, seemed the endless cups of black coffee, the nightly typewriter lullaby, the dirty blue jeans, the perpetually ink-stained bump on my third finger, — but now there were other things, too — occasionally I found time to enjoy myself! “Hamlet” in Boston; dancing on a terrace under a big yellow autumn moon; Harvard undergraduates bicycling across the grass at one o’clock in the morning in tuxedos; sleepy sophomores waking the seniors at six A.M. on the first day of vacation with Christmas carols and candy canes — among the books and lectures there were these bright spots of color and laughter and music. Yet my keenest enjoyment found its source in something else, — in rediscovering the friends I thought I knew last year. The surface formalities, the barriers of carefully polite, casual acquaintance were gone. With deepened intimacy came an increased frankness, and, at the same time, the need for expression decreased. Well, anyhow, you know what I mean . . “Uhuh,” . . . and the discussion went on. Within the warm, closeknit circle of such friendship, the familiarity was a temporary barrier against despair over any of the strangeness . . .
